samantharrr
It was a game of probability. 12 to 1. 1000 to 1. You were a fiend at playing the game, and you played me just as well. Effortlessly. Tirelessly. Rude.
You used me, and your plan was so seamless, along with the lines you drew from your soft lips. It kills me everyday how I couldn't see.
I guess what happened between us is normal in society. Girls are crushed on the daily, guys fuck them over just as often. I bet it's just as common that I resent you.
God, I have no idea who you are anymore. You change and move like the tides. You're a rude boy one second and a hipster-wanna be the next. I miss YOU. Fuck who you've become.
I would've let you mark me, let you scrape your name into my veins. I loved. I loved deeply.